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Ray Bradbury Quotes - Page 26

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I believe in libraries because most students don't have any money.

I believe in libraries because most students don't have any money.

Believe, Library, Students

"A Literary Legend Fights for a Local Library" by Jennifer Steinhauer, www.nytimes.com. June 19, 2009.

Monday burn Millay, Wednesday Whitman, Friday Faulkner, burn 'em to ashes, then burn the ashes. That's our official slogan.

Friday, Monday, Ashes

Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.6, Simon and Schuster

Far away, in the meadow, shadows flickered in the Mirror's Maze, as if parts of someone's life, yet unborn, were trapped there, waiting to be lived.

Mirrors, Waiting, Shadow

Ray Bradbury (1962). “Something wicked this way comes”, Alfred a Knopf Inc

The first stories I wrote when I was 12 were about Mars and landing on Mars.

Stories, Mars, Firsts

"An Interview With Sci-Fi Legend Ray Bradbury". Interview with Catherine Donaldson-Evans, www.foxnews.com. November 23, 2004.

A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time,” she said. “I was born out of New York. The things that are most wrong here summoned me. ("Drink Entire: Against The Madness Of Crowds")

New York, Crowds, Madness

People want to be happy, isn't that right? Haven't you heard it all your life? I want to be happy, people say. Well, aren't they? Don't we keep them moving, don't we give them fun? That's all we live for, isn't it? For pleasure, for titillation? And you must admit our culture provides plenty of these.

Fun, Moving, People

Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.56, Simon and Schuster

For everyone nowadays knows, absolutely is CERTAIN, that nothing bad will ever happen to ME. Others die, I go on. There are no consequences and no responsibilities. Except that there ARE. But let's not talk about them, eh? By the time the consequences catch up to you, it's too late, isn't it, Montag?

Responsibility, Up To You, Too Late

Americans are far more remarkable than we give ourselves credit for. We've been so busy damning ourselves for years. We've done it all, and yet we don't take credit for it.

Years, Giving, Credit

[He] was always here to offer cups of good clear Walden Pond, or shout down the deep well of Shakespeare and listen, with satisfaction, for echoes. Here the lion and the hartebeest lay together, here the jackass became a unicorn.

Echoes, Together, Ponds

I don't know anything anymore

Travel, Knows

Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.15, Simon and Schuster

I feel like I’ve been saving up a lot of things, and I don’t know what.

Saving Up, Saving, Feels

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.31, Hamilton Books

The books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers.

Book, Wings, Yellow

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.56, Hamilton Books

Grandfather's been dead all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find the big ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said earlier, he was a sculptor. 'I hate a Roman named Status Quo!' he said to me. 'Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

Dream, Hate, Eye

Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.150, Simon and Schuster

Today we haved touched Mars. There is life on Mars, and it us us-extensions of our eyes in all directions, extensions of our mind, extensions of our heart and soul have touched Mars today. That's the message to look for there: We are on Mars. We are the Martians!

Heart, Eye, Soul

There where hundreds of graves. There where hundreds of women. There were hundreds of daughters. There were hundreds of sons. And hundreds upon hundreds upon thousands of candles. The whole graveyard was one swarm of candleshine as if a population of fireflies had heard of a Grand Conglomeration and had flown here to settle in and flame upon the stones and light the brown faces and the dark eyes and the black hair.

Daughter, Eye, Son

Ray Bradbury (2015). “The Halloween Tree”, p.100, Knopf Books for Young Readers

You let the story cool off and then, instead of rewriting it, you relive it.

Stories, Rewriting

I felt a bit bookish, cut off from life.

Cutting, Felt, Bits

"From the archive: Ray Bradbury on life, love and Buck Rogers". Interview with John Ezard, www.theguardian.com. June 7, 2012.

For about 150 days a year in Venice, the sun doesn't show through the mist until noon.

Years, Venice, Noon

I want to hold onto this funny thing. God, it's gotten big on me. I don't know what it is. I'm so damned unhappy, I'm so mad, and I don't know why. I feel like I'm putting on weight. I feel fat. I feel like I'm saving a lot of things, and I don't know what. I might even start reading books.

Book, Reading, Funny Things

No use going to class unless you go to the library.

Class, Library, Use

Digression is the soul of wit.

Soul, Wit

Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.211, Simon and Schuster

Not to write, for many of us, is to die. We must take ares each and every day, perhaps knowing that the battle cannot be entirely won, but fight we must, if only a gentle bout. The smallest effort to win means, at the end of each day, a sort of victory.

Writing, Mean, Fighting

Any man who can take a TV wall apart and put it back together again, and most men can nowadays, is happier than any man who tries to slide-rule, measure, and equate the universe, which just won't be measured or equated without making man feel bestial and lonely.

Lonely, Wall, Men

Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.30, Hamilton Books

... bums on the outside, libraries inside.

Library

Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.146, Simon and Schuster

Writing is supposed to be difficult, agonizing, a dreadful exercise, a terrible occupation.

Writing, Exercise, Scary

Ray Bradbury (1980). “The Stories of Ray Bradbury”, Alfred a Knopf Incorporated

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